Another show added at “la galette électrique” Wednesday April 18th.
The show below is from a pop-up concert on a barge on the Seine (Nov. 1st 2015) with my new found partner in crime, Vladimir Ivanovsky.

Popping up

When I’m not gigging, I’m gigging.  This is me stopping in to play jazz at the Mill5 Luna Theater in Lowell last week  (Speaking about jazz, do you know about the “Streetband” this Wednesday night in Beverly MA).

“Airplanes” are here.

If you’re in France next weekend.

Great Memories

This is the Bazbar in St. Barths before hurricane Irma and before the rebuild (they have reopened and are up and running).

When the hurricanes come they take almost everything.   Our spirit sill survives.  We get up in the morning, we keep going with every sunrise.
It’s a special place on St Barths that won’t be the same but it will remain.

Here’s a small clip of great memories and gives you an idea of what the party was like.



The Bataclan attack on November 13th, 2015 in Paris happened just two days after I left the country.  I had spent weeks in France and the end of that trip had turned into a writing session for me (I found an airbnb and turned my phone off for the better part of a week

I had started with a lot of notes and free writing about the streets and the buildings, and less about the people living now and more about people who had built the city in the past.

The lyrics have a lot of that imagery in them, especially with the rain (there’s really no other city that has the same rain/architecture marriage that is so visually inspiring than Paris).

Days after the attack I took those notes and focused the song back to the people, the people of the present that is.  Their voices rising up, being heard in the street, and so became “Voices in Paris.”

“I walk the city with a few euros to my name 
I see you in cobblestones and none are the same 

The streets lose their names when it rains
The city gets lonely once again 

Was there someone looking down on me
Faces in the buildings they’ve got eyes that see 

The streets lose their names when they feel the pain
Voices gone before come back again

Voices in Paris won’t be silent for long
They wash away the pain after the rain has gone, after the rain has gone 

I’ll be in FR in April, get details.

Get “Voices in Paris” here, my gift.

“Airplanes” on the acoustic

Did you know about this?

This Saturday…

A big thanks to the crew!   Setlist below.

Last night
You you you
Ain’t no sunshine
Do it again
Voices in Paris
I still think she’s mine
Never tear us apart
Love sneaking up on you

There’s no reason
Golden Lady
Middle St./ I wish medley

What’s old and what’s new?

Been playing this old one and people just hearing it now are thinking it’s a new one. It’s from “Fly” 2004!

It is old or new? Or, does the question matter?

(Get FLY for $5)

The Larcom project

In November of 14′ I played an acoustic set at the Larcom theater (below).

You may have seen one of the two videos of it on youtube.
Ain’t No Sunshine
In The Air Tonight

While cleaning a hard drive this weekend I came across the Larcom performance and I’ll be giving away an acoustic rendition of “Airplanes” (originally on “Loyalty”).

Starting with a Facebook Post and now here on this blog (for those not on FB) I’ll be personally emailing an MP3 of this track which includes a great bass solo by my good friend Mark Zaleski (an outstanding musician and bandleader whom I never get a chance to see because we’re both out parading around the planet with our own groups) to anyone that asks for it.

It goes out Wednesday morning.

Want in?  Go to the “Contact” page and email me.  That’s it.  Easy huh?


“Canned” music

Boarding the plane, there’s country pop playing in the background. It smells of Nashville.  I ask myself when did airplanes start using elevator music?  Or was it always there?

Elevator music, that unoffendable, unmemorable, unenlightened collection of sounds designed to distract you from the impatience of a long elevator ride.  The exact opposite of the “rock n’ roll spirit,” “Canned” music was in the beginning, a technological step backwards in listening, while later, a stereotype in the recognition of background sound, or rather, the sound of “the lounge.”

Now, the same senseless chord progression and American idol style singing song gets pumped into everything, gas stations, outback steakhouses and yes even delta flights. It’s always there…just out of hearing reach in literary interpretation.

 Like visual advertisements that create wear on the attention span because we have to block them out, we now have a sonic disaster in the sense that we’re always listening to something that we’re never paying attention to.
I’m certain most people on the plane could not identify the song or artist but I’m wondering how many people on the plane even heard that there was music?
(on the radio in CT 2009)

Cool then, cooler now…the dream that was Rome

Tom Bianchi wanted a music room that was a “listening” room, and yet, still a bar with food.
Tired of typical live music scenarios, -cover song gigs and club owners who don’t know music from football, Tom went out and started something.

Yes, the scene was cool then but it’s cooler now.

Tom built a music series with his bare hands.
The “Burren Backroom Series” pushes forward with great music and great patronage and Tom is there almost every night.
He runs it.
He books it.
He introduces the acts.
He is songwriter, a singer, a bass player.

Buy him a drink on March 24th

(Below: a clip from the Burren stage)